[intro]
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Look at the whip, look at the tint uh
(Yuh)
Look at the Glock, look at the switch uh
(I’m working on dying)
[Chorus]
(yuh,yuh,yuh,yuh)
Look at the whip, look at the tint uh
Look at the Glock, look at the switch uh
Look at the diamonds all on my wrist (huh)
(Yuh)
All these scales imma fish (yuh)
(Uh)
Twenty-four on my rims uh
(Huh)
Twenty-three pointers on my fist, yeah that’s why that boy gon think I fucked his bitch
[verse: 1]
Yeah that’s why I’m always walking with my stick
Yeah that’s why I keep that 10M on my hip (hip)
Walk up, imma smack a pussy in his shit
Know I keep the block up, that’s why I be holding on my grip
Now I need to stock up, I need fifty orders of the bricks
I just popped another six so I could feel my body glitch
I been rolling in this bitch I got three blunts up in my lips
Pop him if he in my pockets I been stacking up my crips
I just wanna do some shows, Balenciaga all over my clothes
My boy fried, smoking on roves
I get the money it’s coming in droves
Smoke three blunts, back at the grove
My boy cooking crack on the stove
Trackhawk take the whole damn road
Don’t think about stepping I got steel toes
[Chorus]
(yuh,yuh,yuh,yuh)
Look at the whip, look at the tint uh
Look at the Glock, look at the switch uh
Look at the diamonds all on my wrist (huh)
(Yuh)
All these scales imma fish (yuh)
(Uh)
Twenty-four on my rims uh
(Huh)
Twenty-three pointers on my fist, yeah that’s why that boy gon think I fucked his bitch
[outro]
(Yuh) gotta wake up someday
(Yuh) you gotta wake up someday
Yeah boy you gotta wake up someday
Yeah boy you gotta wake up someday
(yuh,yuh,yuh,yuh)
Gotta wake up someday (yuh)
You gotta wake up someday
(Uh)
You gotta wake up someday (yuh)